I have spent the majority of this winter sick. Yes, full blown, stupid sick. I had back to back to back colds. I’ve lost my voice three times now. I’ve had 2 rounds of ear infections, now three. I’m pretty sure the natural shape of my nose has been permanently altered with all the sniffling I’ve had to deal with.
What have I learned? I’m still trying to figure that out really…..
Last week started out with a migraine (graciously, the first in 5 months!) that a quick trip to the ER and a shot took care of fairly quickly, thank goodness!!
This week I was able to truly embody the saying that “If you’re going to do something, do it well!” So I got sick really well. I was starting to feel it Monday, but by Tuesday morning my ears felt like they were being forcibly widened and elongated by use of no less than 8 sets of chopsticks shoved into each ear. My throat had been stuffed with golf ball sized bags of glass shards and my lungs had been given the once, or twice, over with a blow torch.
I couldn’t yawn, swallow, breathe, eat, swallow, think, breathe, yawn or think without pain. Once I went to get out of bed to get dressed, I realized that even my skin hurt. Seriously, my skin felt every slight movement of air, and sent pain signals shooting through me. Pressure, therefore, clothing hurt, but no clothing hurt just as much. My joints hurt.
I stood for a second, barely haven gotten dressed, thinking about how I was going to get to the doctor……
And then it happened.
Yup. The worst thing that could possibly happen at that exact moment.
The overwhelming need to vomit could not be held down. I expected to see blood. I was sure that my insides had just been ripped and shredded and sent back through the glass shards and between the chopsticks.
There wasn’t any blood, but I wasn’t waiting for anything else to show up before I got to a doctor. Thankfully, that one time was the only time I wretched through all this. Somehow the rest of my body sent the message to my stomach to shut the frack up this time.
I went to school, I calmly explained, and asked my head teacher to please write it all down in Chinese for me and then walked to the hospital.
Where I was told, “You have an acute double ear infection, and acute double tonsillitis, bronchitis, and influenza”.
Well. There it is. If I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it well!!
The doctor explained that they were sending off a surgery consult for my tonsils and that I needed to go through all the little hoops to get my out-patient medicine along with my shots.
Off I went.
Back I came and the nurse administered two shots. One for pain, one anti-biotic. If you have ever been anywhere near me and needles when we are in the same skin……. well you know that having to get three shots in 6 days does not make me a happy girl.
The surgeon came in and who knows what was really said, but my some-what English speaking doctor told me to go home, but to go see the ENT guy next door to keep an eye on it.
He did not keep an eye on it. He kept a suction tube stuffed relentlessly, painfully, and remorselessly in my tonsils. I do not like him.
As a sat gripping the chairs’ arms like a recently found, long lost lover, that was leaving again; while a long 3cm wide metal device was shoved down the back of my throat in order to keep my’gag reflex’ down (which it did not btw), and a suction tube was repeatedly inserted into my tonsils, I couldn’t help but think, ‘If the devices they can concoct here for making people feel better are like this…I’m not sure I ever want to find out the kind of devices they can concoct for torture.’ No squirming moved him, no gagging stopped him. Hmph.
He and his little side chuckle while he tells me, “Don’t work so hard, haha”. Asshole.
But slowly, ever so slowly, I am recovering. Thanks more in part to those lovely WESTERN things called anti-biotics. Today, Friday, my throat merely feels as though I went to a UNM game with a close score and it’s within the final count to the end of the game. Raw, sore, and overwhelmed. I can deal with this.
Only 8 more days until vacation. Please, please, please, pretty please, with every favorite condiment on top please, keep me healthy the rest of winter!!! Please.
I do not want to be hospitalized here…..
One lady in the ER just holding a bird that was pooping all over her IV, nbd.